Sunday, November 11, 2007

...

Shell of hopelessness...
broken, eyes of change...
round, rapt, rigid
The novel winter sun
The playful wind
The false welcome

and then they died
crushed, torn,
Betrayed.
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1 comments:

Bhavna said...

it leaves me helplessly wandering when u don't give titles to poems.....

10:39 PM

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